Ben had just knocked on the door and I'm standing here in the shower, cum still splattered across my chest and stomach, dripping into all the little nooks and crannies of my body.
"Just a second!!" I yelled.
Shit. I shouldn't have locked the door. But it was the only way I knew I'd be alone to jerk off without the possibility of someone walking in. And honestly, thank goodness I did, because if I hadn't and had laid on the bed for even just a few more minutes, Ben would've caught me. I don't know how I would've been able to recover from that. But now, I have to think quick. I need to unlock the door for Ben but I still have cum on me. Unfortunately, because I waited a while, the cum has dried a bit and some of the globs have gotten stuck in my little body hairs. So the water isn't quite washing them away so easily.
I don't have time to scrub it all off with soap before I need to unlock the door. I step out of the shower, water dripping off of me onto the bathmat. All the options are running through my head at once. I could grab a towel, cover up, and unlock the door and run back into the shower. But last time, when I tried to cover up before him it was a little awkward. He had told me that it wasn't a big deal as we had seen each other now, so I didn't have to cover up in front of him anymore. So does that mean I shouldn't cover up now? Would it start another talk if I did? But the thing is, not only is the cum sticking to little body hairs, it's also globbed a bit in my pubes. I can't let him see that.
So I decide to grab a towel, wrap it around my waist and head out to unlock the door for Ben. Maybe this won't seem weird. Besides, I'm still wet, so the towel makes sense. I step out of the shower while leaving the water running. I grab a towel from the shelf and wrap it around my waist, careful to make sure the top of the towel covers above my belly button, where most of the cum ended up settling. I walked out of the bathroom making sure not to slip on the bathroom tile and walked over to the door, turned the lock so it was unlocked. As soon as it 'clicked,' Ben opened the door. I had already turned to head back to the shower but he stopped me.
"Hey, what's with the locked door?"
"Sorry. I didn't even realize I locked it. Old habit I guess," I lied.
"Well here's your stuff." He held a bag out in front of me filled with notebooks and pencils, all the stuff I had text him that I needed for class.
"Thanks! Could you just set it on my bed?"
"Sure," he replied. "Umm..."
Ben trailed off as he pointed to me. It looked like he was pointing to my towel. Here we go again. Was he gonna give me another lecture about being comfortable? Either way, I wasn't dropping this towel right now.
"I know, i know..." I started. "It's not about comfortability. I just grabbed the towel as I stepped out because I was wet and didn't wanna drip."
"Oh, it's not that," he continued. "You've got a little... umm.. is that.. shampoo?"
I realized now that he wasn't pointing to my towel, but a bit higher to my chest. I looked down and realized that there was a dollop of cum that had started to run after being wet that was slowly creeping down my chest. I guess this was from the first rope of cum that shot the farthest when I first climaxed. After realized what it was, I looked back up at Ben who was still pointing but his face had turned to a smile that was covering his whole face.
I didn't know what to say, so I just said, "Uhhh.. yeah. I gotta go finish showering," and quickly hurried back into the shower. As I walked away, I heard Ben muffle a chuckle.
I pulled back the curtain as I got back in and put my head in my hands as I let the water rain on me. Another embarrassment that I was going to have to get over and get used to. As soon as I get out, it's going to be weird, right? I mean, he just saw cum running down my chest! He knows I was jacking off. He knows I shot all over myself. And then I got caught with it still all over me. Yeah, this is weird. I take a few deep breaths as the water is still falling on the back of my head. I grab my loofa, squeeze the body wash on top and start sudsing my body, making sure to wash away all traces of my cum. I need to hurry and get done because the water has been running ever since I got into my room before I jerked off to make the other guys think I was in the shower this whole time. But I also want to take my time because I don't want to go back out into the room to face Ben.
After I finish soaping up my body thoroughly, I wash it off feeling the water cascading over my entire body. I rinse out the conditioner that has been sitting in since I got in and I turn the knobs so that the water stops falling. I listen to see if I can hear Ben in the room, but I can't. I step out of the shower and pick up the towel that I had used earlier to unlock the door and start drying myself off. I'm still taking my time, not rushing anything. I make sure that I haven't somehow missed any spots of cum, and dry myself completely. I wrap the towel around my waist, tucking the edge in to hold it there as I am about to step out. I then get ahold of myself and drop the towel on the floor. Even though I'm embarrassed, I still don't want a 'lecture' about covering up.
I close my eyes & take a deep breath to ready myself and then open the bathroom door and step outside. I take a slow couple of steps and then walk around the corner expecting to see Ben on his bed, but it's empty. I look all around the room and he's nowhere to be found. I hold still and listen and hear talking out in the living room. He must have gone back into living room with the other guys. I walk over to my dresser and pick out a pair of underwear, step in, and slide them up to cover myself. I could hide out in here for a while so I don't have to have the incident brought up. Or I could just go ahead and go out there, and get this whole thing over with. He might bring it up, he might even tell the other guys. Or he might not. There's only one way to find out.
I walk over to the door and open it and walk out into the living room. I see all three guys sitting in the living room, Ethan and Logan right where I left them and Ben sitting where I had been sitting. I pull the door shut behind me and walk over to them. When they hear the door open and close they all turn back to look at me, all of them smiling. Shit. Here it comes. Ben stands up and walks around the couch toward me. I see that he has again, stripped down to his boxers. He must have done that as soon as I got back in the shower. He has a huge smile on his face and he outstretches his arms as he steps towards me.
"Bro! I'm so proud of you!" he says as he envelops me in a huge bear hug.
He squeezes me tight, both his arms wrapping all the way around me, pulling me tight into his chest. He's a bit taller than me so my face gets pulled into resting right above his chest, his chest hair tickling my cheek. It took my by surprise and I didn't know what was happening so my arms were left dangling by my sides. The hug didn't last but for a few seconds but I made sure to note how close and almost -sensual?- it was. My face on his chest, our stomachs pressed together, his arms around me. Even though it kinda came out of nowhere and I wasn't expecting it, it felt almost comfortable. Like we had done it a hundred times, even though we hadn't. The squeeze started to lessen and he stepped back leaving his hands on my shoulders still grinning from ear to ear.
"Umm, thanks," I say, stepping back. "What for?" Is this for the shower thing, I wonder? I'm confused.
"For whipping your dick out! The guys told me what happened while I was gone!"
What the fuck! Why would they bring it up? HOW was it brought up? My mind is racing a mile a minute (which seems to be a common thing to happen now.) Did they bring it up to make fun of me? or make fun of the situation? Everything seemed cool in the mix of all the laughter and stupid-boy-fun. But maybe it wasn't? Once again, for the hundredth time since all of this stuff started happening, my face starts to turn red. Ben is still standing in front of me with his hands still on my shoulders looking at me with a smile, both of us in our underwear. I looked over at Logan and Ethan also looking on from the couch in their underwear with grins on their faces.
"Oh..." was all that I could come up with to say.
"This is awesome!" Ben continues.
"Why?" I ask, still confused.
"I mean think about it. Only a week ago you wouldn't have even talked about any of this stuff. And now you're walking around whipping your dick out for fun! I'm like a proud big brother!" He still had a goofy grin on his face as he said this and when he did, the other two guys laughed.
But as he said this, I could tell that he meant it. He was proud of me. For coming out of my shell and stepping out of my comfort zone (and also stepping out of my clothes). Even though we had all been friends for so long, this seemed to weirdly bring us closer. I mean, no one else had seen me naked except these 3 guys. And that kind of stuff, even if it is just stupid-boy-fun, actually can bring you closer together. And since he had kind of been walking me through the steps, he had been acting almost like a big brother. He was right. He had made sure to push me but to also make sure I was comfortable throughout the whole process. And now he was congratulating me.
"Well... thanks.." I said. "It was nothing." Which wasn't true. It had been difficult, but was consistently getting easier.
"Nah, it wasn't nothing!" interjected Ethan.
"Yeah! Not nothing! It's a good sized dick!" shouted Logan.
We all laughed and I could feel my face lighten to it's normal color. I don't know why my first thought was always what was wrong when this stuff kept happening. I just didn't want to mess anything up with any of the guys. We were all best friends and we all were living together. Anything that caused a rift or a weirdness could mess up what we all have, and I didn't want that at all. I guess that's why I was so cautious all the time. Always wanting to make sure that I hadn't done or said something stupid that was going to cause everything to come crashing down around me. And all of this was stepping into a whole new world of normalcy. I never imagined (even with my best friends) that we could all hang out like this. In our underwear, dicks hanging out, talking about dicks and foreskin and everything in-between. I was amazed at how everything had transpired since we moved in and even more so at how quickly it had happened.
"So ya know what this means!" Ben exclaimed.
Me and the other two guys just kind of looked at each other. Ben finally released my shoulders and took a small step back.
"Underwear optional from now on!" Ben put both of his arms out beside him pointed towards the ceiling as he said this, almost as if celebrating.
Ethan immediately shouted, "I told you he'd have us walking around with our dicks out!"
We all fell into laughter and although no one immediately shucked their underwear, no one argued with the announcement. I'm sure if Ben had his way, we'd all be naked all the time.
As the laughter faded away, so did the rest of the day. Everything fell back into place as normal, almost as if nothing had happened at all. The underwear optional rule was supposedly in force as it had been announced, but no one had ventured into that new territory yet. Perhaps the mornings events were enough for everyone for the day, even though I had a feeling that Ben felt a little left out. I mean he WAS the one to initiate all of this in the first place.
We took advantage of the day as it was the last day before classes started. We hung out and watched tv, played games, and went together to grab lunch. We were all anxious & excited to officially start classes but I could tell that we were a bit nervous about the change, and we were all collectively trying to hide it. Towards the end of the day, everyone made sure they had all their books and notebooks prepared. Logan showed us the shirt he was planning to wear to make sure it didn't look to douche-y.
After dinner, we all started to wind down a bit. Normally we would stay up watching tv and just hanging out. But I think the looming nervousness of the next day had everyone wanting to get in bed early. Ben was the first to stand up and say that he was heading to bed, and the rest of quickly followed. It was around 10:30, which was early for us. We all had different first classes in the morning but they all started at 8 am. So we planned to all make sure everyone was up by 7 to give us plenty of time to get to class. We all said goodnight and then headed to our rooms.
Ben got in the bathroom first to brush his teeth and piss as well. I waited until he was done. He walked out of the bathroom naked, obviously shedding his underwear before he pissed. And this time, it didn't even surprise me. I had fully expected him to be naked when he came out. Honestly, I half expected him to drop them as soon as he made his announcement earlier.
He walked past me and said, "All yours."
I walked in and copied Ben. Brushing my teeth, dropping my underwear, kicking them under the sink, pissing, and then walked out. I headed towards my bed, Ben laying on his but this time already under the covers. This was a bit different as he usually laid on top of the covers for a while before he finally climbed under the sheets to fall asleep. I guess he really was ready to get some shut eye.
I told him goodnight as I passed his bed and climbed into mine. I pulled the sheets over myself and turned the lamp out. I was laying on my side facing away from the wall and towards Ben's bed. Ben was turned toward the wall and all I could see was the glow of his phone slightly illuminating the space around his head. The day ahead must've really gotten to him. We usually talk before we fall asleep and he's got his all of his attention on his phone. Just then the phone light goes out and he places the phone on his bedside table. Says a quick 'goodnight' and then silence falls across the room.
This is unlike Ben, but again, we're all a little nervous about tomorrow. I should probably get some sleep but since we've been staying up so late lately, I'm not extremely tired yet. I decide to play on my phone until sleep creeps up on me. I scroll through different apps, play a couple of games, and just waste time. It's been about 15 or so minutes when I hear Ben.
"You still up?" he asks.
"Yeah, I'm having trouble falling asleep," I say.
"Yeah, me too." He rolled over to face me. "What're you doing?" he asked.
"Just playing a game on my phone." At this point I hadn't looked over from my phone, but I got to a stopping point, laid my phone on my chest and looked over at him. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah, just a little nervous and stressed for tomorrow, I guess," he replied.
This kind of surprised me, though I tried not to show it on my face. Ben was always the one out of the four of us to be the most confident, the most outgoing, and not much seemed to phase him. This was very out of character for him.
"Yeah, same here dude," I responded. "First day of college. It kinda sets everything into motion, ya know?"
"Exactly. I just want everything to go well."
This really seemed to be getting to him. I wondered if it was just the new atmosphere. He was kind of big deal at our high school because of how outgoing he was, he was involved in sports, everyone knew him - that kind of thing. But now, in college, he was a smaller fish in a bigger pond. I knew that as soon as people got to know him, he would grow into a big fish here as well. He was just that type of person. You couldn't help but like Ben.
"It'll all be fine. First days are always nerve wracking for everyone. I'm sure all the freshmen are feeling just like we are now."
I said this trying to comfort him, and I believed it too. I was feeling everything that Ben was feeling, maybe even more. I wasn't like Ben. He could talk to anyone, make anyone his friend. It wasn't the same for me. I was shy around new people, never wanting to overstep (if that wasn't already obvious with everything else that's gone on lately). I could almost guarantee that Ben would make at least 5 new friends on the first day. That was very unlikely to happen for me. I didn't put myself out there like Ben did. So my nerves were also getting the best of me, even though I was trying to keep a level head and calm Ben down (I was hoping that what I said would get through to me as well.)
"You're probably right, " Ben said. "It's just this anxiety. I'm all anxious and my nerves are over the place. Like, this is how I usually feel the night before a big game."
"I understand. I'm feeling it too," I say. "And it makes sense. Same nerves as you'd have before a big game. It's almost like tomorrow IS a big game."
"I just... I can't just lay here. I'll never fall asleep."
"I know. I'm not even tired. Who knows if I'll ever fall asleep at this rate," I agree.
"Well..." Ben starts and trails off as he looks away for a second. There's a slight pause & then he continues, "I know what always calmed me down before a big game."
"What's that?" I ask, thinking he might say something like meditation, a cold shower, or even a late night walk - I don't know what I was thinking.
"Jerking off," he said matter of factly.
I'm sure my face looked a little surprised, because that wasn't what I thought he would've said - I don't know why. I should be expecting stuff like this at this point. I must've hesitated because he interjected again.
"If I ever had a big game coming up and I was super nervous the night before, I would just bust a nut and that would always relax me and help me fall asleep. And then I'd wake up super well rested the next morning."
I let out a small laugh. "Haha. Yeah sure!"
"C'mon, you can't tell me you've never jerked off to help you fall asleep!"
I could hear a smile in his voice now and I had to admit that there were countless times when I had done just that.
"Well, I mean, sure," I agreed.
"Exactly. I just think it would calm me down and then probably fall right to sleep."
"Well, the shower's open. Go for it!" It wasn't like I didn't know that we were both using the shower as our main place to get off. Hell, we had even mentioned it a few days ago. If it would make him feel better and less anxious, I was fine with him going to take a late night shower to relieve himself.
"Well..." he started and stopped again, but didn't fill the silence that fell afterward.
"What is it?" I asked, my muscles starting to tense as I say it, knowing something is about to happen.
"I mean, I've already taken a shower today. And honestly, I'm afraid the water would wake me up even more."
There was a stillness and the words just hung there as I started to put two and two together, my heart quickening as I did.
"So... what do you.." I started but was interrupted.
"So is it cool if I just do it here?" Ben asked quickly.
My eyes widened and I hoped that the darkness in the room covered my face well enough that he didn't see the shock, but by this point my eyes were getting used to the darkness as I'm sure was happening for him. That along with the moonlight peeking through the blinds made it to where we could see each other pretty well.
"Umm.." Is all I can get out.
"We both do it, ya know? And we both know we do it. And honestly it would just be easier to do it here, and more comfortable too. It's not weird or anything," he says, trying to convince me.
Everything he's saying is true. We both do it and know that we do it. It IS easier and more comfortable to do it in the bed rather than the shower. The only thing I was questioning was the weirdness. Yes, we had seen each other naked. I was getting comfortable and used to that. But I had never seen Ben hard, and I definitely hadn't seen him play with his dick. And what worried me the most is that it would end up making me hard. But, this is his room. He should be able to do what he wants in his own room, right? I would hope that if I asked him the same (which I can't imagine myself doing, but still..) he would let me. So I made up my mind, and even though it would be a hassle for me, I'd let him have his privacy to do it in peace and let him feel better.
"Uh, yeah. Sure." I responded & stood as I continued, "Here, I'll just go out into the living room."
"What? Why?" he asked.
"To give you some privacy. Ya know, so it's not awkward or anything."
"Dude," he said almost exasperatedly, "don't do that. It won't be awkward. And besides, aren't you anxious too?"
"Yeah, but.." I started.
"But nothing dude. You need to jerk just as much as I do. Trust me, it'll help you sleep."
"You want me to stay in here while you jerk off?" I asked, stunned.
"I mean, I don't want you just in here. If we're both anxious, and jerking off helps us feel better, we should just both jerk off. No sense in you going out there for me to get done when we can just both do it now and get to go to sleep quicker."
This is crazy. He wants to jerk off in the same room?? This was definitely upping the ante, but I'm seeing this trend with Ben. It seems like he's slowly integrating me into new situations that increase in... What's the word? Intimacy? Not like we're being intimate with each other, but being naked is just an intimate thing in itself. Even if you are used to it like he is, and even if we have been friends for so long. It just changes things a bit. And now that he's gotten me comfortable being naked, now he wants to make it comfortable to jerk in the same room.
Now, this doesn't seem to be a bad thing as I think about it. If we get comfortable doing this, it would make it SO much easier to bust a load whenever I wanted. It would make our room feel like a safe space for me to do whatever I wanted, just like my own room back home felt. I don't really see any down sides to this, other than the potential awkwardness of it all unfolding. And suddenly my mind goes back to the fantasy I had of Ben stroking his cock that made me get nervous. If I was thinking of that when I came not long ago, what would happen if we jerked in the same room. I guess there's only one way to find out.
"Okay, yeah. Makes sense," I respond and sit back on the edge of my bed.
Ben was still laying on his side and I saw a smile creep onto his face as I said this. He rolled over onto his back and slowly pulled the edge of the covers down from his chest, past his stomach to his waistline. He pulled the edge closely to his body as he pulled it further down letting his cock slap against the bottom of his stomach with a loud SMACK.
"Good. Because I already have a semi," his smile showed all of his teeth as he said this and we both fell into laughter. The situation already starting to lighten.
I laid back on my bed, head on the pillow, looking at the ceiling as I reached for my own cock. Not too surprisingly, my dick had already started to engorge from all the talking about this, and even from seeing Ben's cock slap against him. I took it in my hand and felt the length in my palm. Only a few strokes of my right hand let my whole cock reach its full length. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on something to get me into the mood, and also so I wouldn't focus on Ben.
Just then, I hear, smack smack smack and hear him say, "Well that didn't take long."
"What?" I turn my head to him to see him still smacking the full length of his dick against his stomach.
"I'm already hard as a rock over here," he says
I look at his cock, fully hard and.. damn. It's a nice cock. I can tell even in the very dim light that it's thick. He smacks it a few more times before he takes the entirety back into his hand and begins to stroke a few good times. I watch and feel my cock twitch in my own hand which shakes me out of my trance and I stop staring at his cock. Gosh, I hope he didn't see me staring.
I point my face back towards the ceiling and close my eyes again. Trying once again to focus my mind on something, anything. But all I can pull up is the image of Ben. I try to shake it out of my head but it isn't going anywhere. Just the image of him stroking his cock in my mind on repeat.
I don't let the image of him stop me from stroking. If anything, it's making it feel.. better? But, it's just because I'm horny, right? But I did jerk off earlier today. I shouldn't be THIS horny. Either way, I'm stroking my cock and it feels amazing. And it must feel amazing for Ben too, because I hear small moans coming from his side of the room. I force myself to keep my eyes closed and not to look. Another moan from his side, and another, and wait.. that sounded like a girl. I can't help it anymore. I turn my head to look over at him and his hand is steadily moving on his dick but he has his phone in his other hand.
"Are you watching porn?" I ask.
"Yeah dude. I needed a little something to help out."
He doesn't even look up at me, his eyes focused on whatever is going on on the screen. I chuckle and realize that he's not looking up. I take the chance to look at his hand working on his cock. Up and down, slowly but intensely. His grip is firm around the thick girth all the way from the tip to the base, his pinky getting a little lost in his pubes each time it reaches the bottom.
I'm still looking at his cock while stroking my own when he says, "Fuck dude. You gotta see this."
As he says this he releases his cock which makes my eyes find a new focal spot, he gets up and walks over to my bed. As he walks over towards me, his cock bounces and I can tell just how hard he is because his cock doesn't just stick out perpendicular, but instead is raised up towards the ceiling almost parallel with his body.
He makes it over to my bed and holds the phone out for me to see and it's a normal porn scene. Some guy railing a blonde girl both of them moaning ecstatically.
"Fucking hot right?" he asks.
"Yeah bro."
"Here, scoot over," as he says this he pulls my legs to the side, making me go from laying down in my bed to almost sitting up.
He then sits on my bed where my legs were as he looks over at his phone in my hand. I'm a bit taken aback as somehow this has escalated. What began as the beginning of a restless night turned into us jerking off in the same room to NOW jerking off on the same bed. After he sat on the bed I had to sit up so that he could see the phone as well. We're now sitting 2 foot away from each other, both with hard cocks, both with our hands on our cocks, watching the same porn together. How did this happen? I'm not complaining. If I'm being honest, the proximity is making my dick throb. It's almost as if when he sat down on my bed, the intensity ramped up. It's probably just because I've never had anyone this close, or even in the same room, as I jerked off before... Right?
It also made me wonder why Ben had come over in the first place though. I mean, this porn was just a normal porno. Nothing really special about it. Was I missing something? Why was he wanting to show it to me? Or was he just using this as an excuse to come across the room and sit on the bed? Was the fact that we were so close now also making his dick throb like it was mine? Or is that just what I'm hoping?
I'm still holding the phone in my left hand, the porn still going on in-between us, with my right hand on my cock. Ben has both hands on himself. I look out of the corner of my eye without turning my head to study what he's doing, hoping that he doesn't notice me trying to catch at peek at him. His right hand is also on his cock, and his left hand is carefully pulling on his balls. I've never really paid any attention to my balls, so I decide to give it a try. I take my hand off my dick and lightly tug on my ball sack, being very careful not to hurt myself. I've been hit in the balls plenty of times and I know how bad it hurts and i desperately want to avoid that feeling.
After just a few tugs, my cock bouncing a bit as I do, Ben says, "Looks like you're gonna need two hands too. Give me a second."
What? What did he mean? What did he mean that I needed two hands? Did he notice that I stopped stroking to tug on my balls? Did he know that I was watching him? Did he know that I was copying him? He started to slide off the bed. What was he doing? I could feel my whole face flush anticipating what he was about to do. But he just slides off the bed. Where was he going?
He left me with my hands on my balls, still holding the phone as he walks away from the bed. Did I do something wrong? Why was he leaving? I didn't want this to be over yet. Luckily, I got to watch his plump ass walk across the room to his backpack. He reached in and pulled out his laptop and walked back over to my bed and plopped down in the same spot. He started typing into the search bar and another porn site popped up.
"Here, we can use the computer instead. That way no one has to hold the phone and we can use both hands."
He pulled my bedside table out in front of the bed and set the computer on top as the new video started to play. His hands immediately went back to his cock and balls and I followed suit. I stroked from tip to base, slow and steady, while pulling on my ball sack, just like I had seen Ben do. I was super careful at first, but as my stroking continued, so did the intensity of each tug.
Ben sat up saying, "Just a sec. This vid sucks. Let me find another one."
I took the opportunity as he sat up towards the computer to take another look at him. His body hair covering most of him, and his dick harder than I'd ever seen it. I still couldn't believe this was happening. I couldn't believe we were both jacking off this close, and it already felt like it wasn't a weird thing. Man, how quickly things can change just by having your dick out.
He finally settled on a new video and leaned back. The video started and the guy and girl instantly started stripping, kissing, and then fucking. The moaning got louder quickly and while I thought it was a bit loud, didn't suggest that we turn the volume down. They fucking continued, both of us stroking, when all of a sudden someone else walks on screen. It's another guy.
The new guy walks on screen already naked with his dick standing at attention (the plots in some of these videos are literally non-existent). He walks over to the girl and kisses her. Okay, nothing crazy. I've seen plenty of videos where there was a gang bang or multiple guys with one girl. But then when he stops kissing the girl, he leans up and kisses the guy.
Wait a second. That's not what I expected. I looked at the category of the video at the top corner and saw that it was bisexual porn. And Ben had picked this. I looked out the corner of my eye again at him and he was still stroking his cock, but it almost seemed like he had picked up the speed a bit.
We were both stretched out on the bed, leaning against the wall, with our legs spread a bit. The porno was getting more intense as the moaning got louder and the thrusting got more intense. One guy fucking her and the other getting sucked off. The one getting sucked pulled out and kissed her again and then walked over to the guy and stuck a finger in his ass as he started kissing him. Shit. This was actually a bisexual porn. Did he mean to pick this one? Would he change it? Neither of us had stopped jerking our dicks and by the time I had thought the last few questions, the guy now was shoving his thick cock into the guy fucking the girl. Both guys let out a fierce moan of ecstasy.
Ben let out a chuckle as he looked over at me, hand still rubbing his dick and said, "Haha. Ya never know what the fuck's gonna happen in these videos."
I let out a chuckle too and said, "I know right," to let him know that I wasn't turned off by the video. I was enjoying it actually.
The video got even more intense if you can believe it, the fucking got harder, the thrusts deeper and quicker. My dick was throbbing and I could tell that I was getting close as I felt my insides start to tighten. My hand had picked up speed and by the blur that I was seeing in my peripheral I could assume that Ben was too. I snuck a look over at Ben, unable to control my eyes. Ben was tensed up, fist pounding on his thick cock which had begun to pop out veins along the shaft. He must be getting close too. I moved my eyes up to his face and noticed that he was no longer watching the video. He was starting. At my cock.
He wasn't trying to hide it either. There was no peeking out the corner of his eyes. His whole head was turned towards me, tilted down towards my cock and he was watching me pumping my hand up and down on my dick. I don't know if he knew that I noticed what he was doing but it only made me quicken my pace even more. As I did, so did he. Our breath was getting heavy and quickened.
I saw his abs contract as he lifted up his right leg and spread them out even further, placing his leg on top of mine. The touch of his leg on top of mine made me almost gasp. His hairy leg against mine, the pressure, him watching me, the whole situation. It pushed me over the edge. I took a deep breath and held it in as my whole body contracted. My stomach tight, my taint pulsing, the pressure rising through my body all at once and finally - "UGH!"
I couldn't help the volume at which I groaned as my cum shot out of my dick, landing on my stomach near my belly button. Euphoria rolled over me as my body still pulsed from the release. I could hear Ben's breath, short and quick and I looked back at him to see him still starting at my now cum-covered body.
"Fuckkkk I'm gonna cum!" he shouted.
Rope after rope of thick creamy white cum shot across his hairy body. First rope on his chest, the next on his left pec, and the next few on his stomach until it started oozing down the shaft of his cock. I watched every rope hit his body and watched as the cum settled into his body hair. I could tell that relief was washing over him as his body began to relax and unclench. His hands fell to his sides and his dick began to deflate slowly, falling over into one of the large pools of cum that was collecting at the base of his dick.
We both laid there for a bit, leaning against the wall, his leg still slung over mine, both of us covered in cum, just breathing deeply, trying to let our bodies settle. As mine was settling and my mind started to clear, it hit me - and I couldn't believe what had just happened.
"Holy fuckk.." Ben finally muttered. "That felt fucking amazing."
I looked over at him. His eyes were closed and he was still breathing deeply, almost as if he was talking more to the room instead of just to me. Nevertheless, I responded to say, "Yeah dude. I feel much more relaxed now."
Ben opened his eyes, took a deep breath and stood up, walked over the middle of the floor and grabbed one his rattier t-shirts that he liked to wear around the house. Or used to wear around the house. I didn't move, but just watched him standing there in front of me, cum running down his body getting trapped by the hair and his cock no longer standing at attention but hanging down letting gravity win again.
He took the t-shirt and began wiping his body, mopping up the pools of cum. I played it off like I was still letting my body settle, but really I was just watching Ben dry off his body, taking in the whole of his masculinity as he stood before me. As he dried the last of the pools of cum the base of his dick, I began to sit up to look for something to wipe up my own body. Before I could find anything, Ben threw his cum doused shirt at me and it hit me in the chest.
"Here, you can just use that if you want. No point in dirtying another shirt."
Fuck, was I going to use Ben cum-wet shirt to wipe up? You're damn right I am. I tried to find a dry corner of the shirt which was a bit difficult. I finally found one and began to soak up the globs of semen from my body, making sure to get the inside of my belly button where it liked to collect. When I got done, I tossed it back to Ben who I realized was still standing and waiting for me to get done. He caught it and tossed it onto the bathroom floor.
"Well did it work?" I asked. "Feel better? Not so anxious now?
"I feel fantastic. I'll sleep like a baby now," he replied.
We both crawled back into our beds pulling the covers back over us.
"Impressive too," he said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well wasn't that your second time to cum today?" he asked.
I looked back at him slightly confused.
"Earlier. When you were in the shower. I saw the cum on your chest when you opened the door. Twice in one day.. Impressive!"
He let out a chuckle and turned over in his bed to face the wall. "Night buddy!"
"Night," I responded.
Fuck. This was all so crazy... And so damn fun.